Most Redneck thing you've done

[KDM]

I'll start. There are so so many, but this one stands out in my memory. I'll set the scene. Take early college age pursuers of idiocy (including yours truly), spring time flooded ditches full of carp and suckers, and a few beers. Add sections of "borrowed" chain link fence and put them across the ditch to the bottom about 100 yards apart. Throw in potato forks, a good buzz, shallow muddy water, a mid 50 degree day, and there you have it. Wet, muddy, Fish Stink, and muck covered lunatics laughing and splashing around chasing fish in some random ditch. What a BLAST!!!!!! Oh and by the way, fish don't stay on a potato fork worth a shrite. Grin!

 

[Tikka280ai]

This feels alot like a game and fish sting operation!!!

 

[KDM]

HaHaHa!! Not much different than bow fishermen filling barrels full of carp, but I can see your point.

 

[Obi-Wan]

Waterskiing the McClusky canal in blue jeans and wearing a motorcycle helmet While being pulled by a pickup.

 

[luvcatchingbass]

Birthday landed on a Friday one year and didn't have any plans so picked up a 1.75 of Pendelton for myself. Drinks were going good, grilled up some good food and decided to have a bonfire.
Stoked up the fire by pouring gas on it from a 1gal can. After the poof of fire turn to my wife and buddy and they are yelling something at me. End of the gas can had a little flame like a candle so I nonchalantly blow the flame out and said problem solved or something stupid I'm guessing. They took the gas can away from me after that.
Next morning found my 1.75 bottle of Pendalton that was full the night before only had about 2in of booze in the bottom left, pretty sure it was a good birthday night, still had my eye brows at least

 

[Zogman]

Statute of limitations has run out. In the early 60's used to call the warden tell there were some people shinning deer in one corner of the county. Then a couple of us would proceed to shine Jackrabbits about 50 miles away. Way too much fun.

 

[svnmag]

I'm sure there's many dumbass I haven't pulled up: In 4th or 5th grade I got an Indian Spirit 25lb compound bow complete with 6 wooden arrows for Christmas. The next morning I was up at sunrise and went out in rubber boots and long johns to shoot the thing. My sister got a Barbie Van and the box was filled with all the wrappers, etc.

I got about 15yds away and let fly at the box. I only missed by 4 feet. In brief: In short order I lost 5 arrows in the woods under the snow and broke one in half when it hit a wild cherry tree. Being so pissed; it's a wonder I didn't have a stroke; I knocked about 8in of the damn arrow. I walked point blank to the box, drew and released. No hole in the box. Confused, I then looked at my left hand to the sight of red, white and blue fletching imbedded in the meat of my thumb. The rest exited my palm, glanced off the grip and miraculously passed between the 3rd and 4th finger.

Woke Mom up with this hand in front of her face... this incident predicted my archery skill in future attempts. Not a fan. I've never shot at an animal with a bow; I'll tell you what.

One more--Road work was being conducted behind the house one winter. Back in those days WV had winters. Not ND type but damn good enough...2ft of snow on the ground and weeks in the teens during the day. So...this fine weekend afternoon I noticed a temporary stop sign was still erected and decided it needed a hole. I went back in the house to pump the trusty 880 full of warm air.

Once 3ft in front of the enemy sign; I chambered a BB and BWANG. I was dressed in coveralls and a heavy coat. The BB bounced back, hitting me just below the sternum with enough force and pain to drop me on one knee. Bwang. Shit.

I didn't watch "A Christmas Story" until around '94. These experiences made Ralphie my brother.